#slasher masterlist

[dominantslasherking]

Slashers x Male S/o Masterlist 2

Here is my PART 2 Master list.

Hello, my devilishly handsome readers.

MASTERLIST PT 1.

Btw, Dominant Male reader FOR all of them.

Warning emoji⚠️⚠️ With the one that has smut.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman x Male reader Patrick had always mistaken his jealousy for you to be out of wanting what you want, to be like you, when it was in fact that Patrick was jealous because he couldn't be with you. Patrick wants to show you how much he wants you, by getting on his knees like a good boy. (BTW you're his boss)

MORE COMING SOON Billy and Stu

Billy and Stu x Male reader You always manage to catch Billy and Stu's eyes on you, whether it be in the college classroom, or when you're purchase horror stuff, they always seem to follow you. Even in your house you still feel their gazes --- Billy and Stu x Male reader. [Requested] Bill and Stu trying to feel the reader up after he killed someone. And the reader just wants to clean up his mess and go. And since his misbehaving brats don't get the hint, he pins them to the wall, hands around their throats, to get them to shut up

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Billy and Stu x Male reader [Requested]Billy and stu where male reader ignores them because they have been more caught up in there killing then reader so he gets annoyed and decides to ignore them MORE COMING SOON Hannibal Lecter Hannibal Lecter x Male reader Hannibal drooling over how fit and muscled one of his patients (reader) is and just fantasizing about what he’d let reader do to him during one of their sessions.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader Your basically a mysterious male figure that happens to be around the bene gesserit, (whom not even they could control you) Feyd is obsessed with you, a deep longing inside his soul, his body.

--- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader One of Feyd's Harpies disrespects you. Feyd is ruthlessly possessive and obsessed with you. --- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader ⚠️⚠️ Rough, possessive, soul-snatching, soul-sucking, sex. Also, Feyd is a powerbottom.

-- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader A scene of Feyd showcasing his possessive and overly jealous love for you.

[swagatron9]

Slashers Masterlist

Last Updated 8/10/22

NSFW*

Michael Myers

Michael Myers*

Michael comes home from a long day of hunting and needs to release some pent up anger.

What board games you like to play

Slashers as gifs* Slashers Reaction To You Having A Wet Dream* Brahms and Michael and Their Pregnant S/O Slashers Reactions To You Dressing Up As Them You Dress Up In A Scandalous Outfit For Halloween

Jason Voorhees

Jason Voorhees as your boyfriend

What board games you like to play

Slashers as gifs*

Aspero*

Jason had been paranoid all night so to take his mind off things you decide to help him out in other ways.

Slashers Reactions To You Dressing Up As Them

Slasher's Reaction to You Getting Their Name Tattooed

You Dress Up In A Scandalous Outfit For Halloween

Brahms Heelshire

What board games you like to play

Slashers as gifs* Vigilantes*

Brahms catches you masturbating but instead of calling you out, he watches from inside the walls.

Pasta No Water?

Brahms tries to make dinner but fails miserably.

Handsy*

Brahms gets a bit handsy.

Foggy Eyes*

Brahms gets horny laying next to you.

Giving Them Blowjobs* Slashers With A Needy And Desperate S/O*

Brahms and Sex Toys*

Booty Call, But Not*

Malcolm gives you a call, but of course, Brahms can't leave you alone.

The Baddest of Them All*

Brahms gets the special toy because of his naughty behaviour.

Brahms with a Dom!S/O* Waking the Slasher up With Head* Slasher's Reaction to Their S/O Wearing a Tight Dress* Slashers Reaction To You Having A Wet Dream* Slashers Reaction To Their S/O Riding Them* Brahms and Michael and Their Pregnant S/O You catch them 🤜🥩 Slashers Reactions To You Dressing Up As Them Cuddling With The Slashers Slashers And The Gifts They Give You Face Sitting With A Fem!S/O Slasher's Reaction to You Getting Their Name Tattooed

Freddy Krueger

Slashers as gifs*

Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair with a model S/O

Slashers as gifs*

Victima*

after the victims are a bit too chatty with you Bo kills them and then deals with you afterwards.

Castra*

A camping trip gone wrong. Bo spares you, to an extent.

Double Trouble*

some double penetration from Bo and Vincent.

Lemonade and Fruit*

Bo Bends You Over A Car And Goes Wild

Giving Them Blowjobs* Slashers With A Needy And Desperate S/O* Waking the Slasher up With Head* Slasher's Reaction to Their S/O Wearing a Tight Dress* Slashers Reaction To Their S/O Riding Them* You catch them 🤜🥩 You Dress Up In A Scandalous Outfit For Halloween Cuddling With The Slashers Watching And Finishing

You and Bo do the sexual not knowing that your boyfriend, Vincent is watching.

Face Sitting With A Fem!S/O

Slasher's Reaction to You Getting Their Name Tattooed

Vincent Sinclair

Slashers as gifs*

Double Trouble*

some double penetration from Bo and Vincent.

Perfect Model Student*

you come across one of Vincent’s art works and get jealous leading to you modeling for Vincent instead.

Giving Them Blowjobs* Slashers With A Needy And Desperate S/O* Watching And Finishing

You and Bo do the sexual not knowing that your boyfriend, Vincent is watching.

Slashers And The Gifts They Give You

You Dress Up In A Scandalous Outfit For Halloween

Billy Loomis

Exspiravit*

billy fucks you in the bathroom.

Billy Loomis*

billy had taken an interest in you. You go to your friends only to find them all dead. and Billy’s the only one there.

Usus Est

Billy manipulates you into thinking your special

Thomas Hewitt

Slashers With A Needy And Desperate S/O*

Unleashed* Waking the Slasher up With Head* Slasher's Reaction to Their S/O Wearing a Tight Dress* Slashers Reaction To You Having A Wet Dream* You catch them 🤜🥩 Cuddling With The Slashers

Art The Clown

Garbage Gifts

Art The Clown is a gift giver, what’s more to say.

Taking Out His Emotions

This takes place after the first movie where Art supposedly 'dies'.

Slashers Reactions To You Dressing Up As Them

You Dress Up In A Scandalous Outfit For Halloween

Art Dancing

Cuddling With The Slashers

Origami Swan

Slashers And The Gifts They Give You

anonymity

You're a worker at a glory hole, and as the night ends, you're the only person left, but there's one more person to tend to.

Face Sitting With A Fem!S/O

[wasawattpadkid]

Info

-Maddy

-19

-American

⚠️ = smut

Request Rules

I will not write incest, underage characters in a sexual situation, watersports, or Non-con

You can request a second part to a oneshot but there's no guarantee I'll be able to write it.

I write for most Scream franchise characters. You can request an actor or something that they've been in besides Scream and I might be able to write it.

Works

Imagines/Headcannons

Billy and Stu with animals

Billy and Stu when reader's on her period

Billy and Stu with a reader who spoils them

Billy and Stu help a reader who is sick

Billy and Stu with a GN reader and a bearded dragon

Billy and Stu's favorite songs

Mickey with a Surfer/lifeguard GN reader

Oneshots

Drunk Antics (poly!ghostfacexfem!reader)

Flu Season (poly!ghostfacexreader)

Voices Carry (poly!ghostfacexfem!reader)⚠️

Masquerade (Billy Loomisxfem!reader)⚠️

Scaredy Cat (Billy Loomisxfem!reader)

Believe Me (Billy Loomisxfem!reader)⚠️

I Can Help (Stu Macherxfem!reader)⚠️

The Sleepover (Tatum RileyxSidney Prescott)⚠️

Call Me Dewey (Dewey Rileyxfem!reader)

Be Kind, Rewind (Randy Meeksxreader)

Series

Housewife (poly!Ghostfacexfem!reader)⚠️

Extras

Billy Loomis's historically accurate mixtape

Stu Macher's historically accurate mixtape

[sister-lucifer]

Fandom Masterlist + Request Rules

Hi, I’m Lucifer! I use all pronouns including neos and prefer when people use a variety and get creative with it! make stuff up for my pronouns!

here’s my current neos masterlist to get you started if you need some inspiration

names I currently go by

I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any of the fandoms in my bio:)!

I will not write cishet female reader. if you are a cishet fem reader feel free to still make a request, but the closest i can give you is gender neutral reader. THIS IS A VERY QUEER HEAVY SPACE!

Rules for requests:

• NO NSFW for underage characters (platonic or fluff is ok)

• NO scat, piss or vomit (I WILL write gore/blood/wound fucking)

• NO incest or stepcest

• NO major character death or necrophilia (unless we’re doing zombie or ghost stuff, that’s technically necro i guess but they can consent)

• Light angst is okay, but I generally try to stay away from heavy stuff

⚠️i don’t always have anon on because it prevents requests that violate my rules/trolls/bigots from being in my ask box, BUT if you have a request that you are too embarrassed to have publicly posted with your name on it, let me know in the request! i’ll privately alert you to when it’s posted, but it won’t have your name on it and i won’t tag you in it:)

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORKS TO BE REPOSTED, USED COMMERCIALLY OR FED TO AN AI. IF YOU DO THIS I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND FUCKING KILL YOU.

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets

Twisted Wonderland

Slashers/Horror

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Batman

Monster Drabbles

Misc Original Characters

Royal Courting (ORIGINAL SERIES BY ME!)

**SOMETIMES THESE LINKS BREAK!** If this occurs, please let me know, and you can find my fics by searching either #masterlist or #[character/fandom] x reader

Interested in my monster dating sim, Scare B&B? you can find the basic rundown here, or you can check the #scare b&b OR #monster dating sim tag on my page!

divers by @cafekitsune

[cillivnz]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ʻ𝟐𝟑

[𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯]

𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 — 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉．

the slashers involved may not be categorised into the same, conventionally, but i will be writing for psychotic murders! ⋇⋆❦⋆⋇

WRITING FOR

𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗠𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦， 𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗩𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦， 𝗕𝗢 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥， 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗧 ／ 𝗝𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗛 "𝗕𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗔" 𝗦𝗔𝗪𝗬𝗘𝗥， 𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥， 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗛𝗠𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗘， 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 [𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙔／𝙎𝙏𝙐／𝙈𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙔 ＆／𝙊𝙍 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗]， 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗， 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗬 𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗟， 𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗚𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡， 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗡

BONUS [CREEPYPASTA]

𝗘𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸， 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻， 𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 ／ 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿， 𝗧𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗶－𝗧𝗼𝗯𝘆， 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿， 𝗝𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝘆𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿， 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸

RULES FOR REQUESTS

out of the mentioned characters, select one (or more) and ask away! feel free to share the prompt/trope you want to read, add whatever details you feel necessary. simple!

to request a character that has not been named, mention the name and universe (movie/franchise).

TAGLIST

to be a part of my 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ʻ𝟐𝟑 taglist, reblog this post, i’ll automatically assume and add you to the taglist.

if you want to be tagged only for certain characters and their respective fiction, let me know in the replies!

MASTERLIST

the masterlist for 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ʻ𝟐𝟑 will be YOU’VE SEEN THE BUTCHER [my pre-existing slasher masterlist. fictions exclusively from 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ʻ𝟐𝟑 will be highlighted.

PLAYLIST

blog navigator. main masterlist. you’ve seen the butcher.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Masterlist: Thomas Hewitt

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

---<- 🥀🥀🥀 ->---

How to tell the different Leatherface's Apart.

Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.

Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.

Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.

Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.

Blurbs: Shovel Talk.

Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Horror Villain Apocalypse.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- You Almost Choosing Another.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Actually Liking your Slasher S/O.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling- S/O's Edition!

Imagine: S/O's being Hellbent on keeping Slashers Away from Eachother.

Imagine: The Best Worst Ex.

Headcanons: Circus of Horrors.

Oneshot: Hewitts / Pleasant Valley x Reader- The Multiverse Theory and the Horror Fandom.

*Oneshot: Mated!Posessive!Eyeless Jack x Reader x Thomas Hewitt.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Love Potion.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.

[bella-goths-wife]

Main Masterlist

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Thomas Hewitt

Asa Emory

Tiffany valentine

Jason voorhees

Otis driftwood

Baby firefly

Bridgeton

Lost boys

Stranger things

Twilight

Yandere bowers gang

Spiderverse

Kinktober (discontinued)

Hazbin hotel masterlist

Thanks for reading :)

Don’t be afraid to request my requests are open

And tips are appreciated but not required :))

[free-for-all-fics]

Slashers and Horror Masterlist

Vladislaus Dracula and his Brides Prompts (Van Helsing 2004)

How Does a Yautja Deal with Their Human Mate's Mortality?

What if Reader Found a Yautja Pup in a Space Pod?

Thirst for Older! Billy Loomis After Seeing Scream 5 and Scream 6

What Do You Think Chromeskull's Phone Password is?

Imagining Art the Clown as a Dad After Seeing Terrifier 2

Art the Clown, Sam, and The Jester as a Halloween Slasher Family Crossover Prompt

Various Slashers Prompts (feat. Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Jesse Chromeans, Severen Van Sickle and Bo Sinclair)

Bo Sinclair Fucks Around and Finds Out Rusty Nail is Your Dad Prompt (Joy Ride 2-3 and House of Wax Crossover)

The Craft and The Lost Boys Crossover Prompt (Michael Emerson × reader, Platonic Lost Boys and reader. Sort of Rockstar AU)

Dominic Craven and John Crossover Prompts (He's Out There/The Dare)

[lostgirlfandom]

Horror Masterlist

Poly!Ghostface

Billy

Stu

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Herbert West

[thatjubilant-nixie]

➳♡”lethological-clara’s masterlist

Criminal Minds Masterlist (closed)

MCU Masterlist (closed)

Harry Potter Masterlist (closed)

Slasher Masterlist (closed)

i am on indefinite hiatus

[alien-magnolia]

Surprise!

dom!Billy Loomis x subby!fem!reader 

My first Billy fic :) tw; this is more dark, don’t like, don’t read. If you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog✨

Tw: degrading kink, praise kink, daddy kink, knife play, blood play, d/s dynamics, cnc, choking, impact play,  bondage, corruption kink, unprotected sex, dom!billy loomis/ghostface, innocent fem sub!reader

Fic description: Billy was always this really mysterious guy you knew. One night, he wanted to play, and you were his victim of choice. You didn’t expect that you’d be into it

It was a Friday night, and you were comfy on your white couch, laying down on your tummy with nothing but your little pink nightgown on. The rain was thundering upon the roof, a gloomy October night. You were eating some popcorn and watching a horror movie. You liked those, and sometimes you’d imagine those big scary slasher killers coming after you, having their way with you. Using you. Little did you know, that was about to happen. 

You hear the phone ring. You quickly jump up and tiptoe your way to the receiver, careful not to mess up the pretty pink nail polish you just put on your toes. You grab the receiver.

“Hello?,” you timidly draw out onto the phone. “Hi, sweetie,” a low voice answers back. It was Billy. You always felt so tingly and subby around him, and sometimes he’d give you rides home. He was a good guy, you thought. “Hi Billy!,” you shout, excited but confused to see him calling. “What are you up to, sweetie? Wearing anything nice?” You blush at the question. Sometimes you’d see his eyes shamelessly rake over you. You gulped, you might as well indulge. You did have a little bit of a crush on him, but sometimes your gut feeling would tell you that he seemed dangerous.

“Just my pink nightgown. Gee, Billy. It’s suddenly really cold here,” you say as you shiver, your manicured fingers dwindling with the phone cord. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have left that window open, sweetie. Who knows what could happen…” you hear his voice, although it isn’t on the phone anymore. It is behind you. The phone drops from your hand as you feel a pair of strong arms grab you from behind, one hand on your neck, the other firmly splayed out over your hips. 

You take a look in the mirror. Billy is standing behind you. He’s got some blood on his face, and in one of his hands, a knife. He’s standing there smiling at you. “Surprise.” He lets out a low chuckle, a predatory grin over his face. “Weren’t expecting me tonight, were you sweetheart?,” he asks, his lips trailing over the tips of your ear, you feel his hot breath on your face. You feel the metallic blade of his knife trail over your thighs. 

“N-no, Billy. What are you doing? Will you let me go?,” you timidly ask him. He might hurt you with that knife, but you were just incredibly turned on. “I don’t think so, sweetie,” he replies, and then flips you around, so you’re facing him. He quickly grabs two of your wrists, and ties them together, firmly in place with some duct tape. He strokes your hair a bit, trailing down your neck with a few light kisses. 

You were almost moaning at this point. 

“Billy…what are you doing?? Let me go,” you plead, on one hand, you wanted to be free, but on the other hand, this just made you melt. “Here’s what’s going to happen, bunny. I came here tonight, just for you…”, he coos at you, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours. He’s got you caged against the wall now with his bulging biceps. You couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to! And he was just so strong!!! He continues. “I’m going to play with you. Just a few things. Wanted you so, so, bad, princess. And now —- I’m going to get what I want. Gonna see how much of a little slut you are, underneath that innocent little act you pull. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. You understand?,” he asks, while he runs a blade over your cheek.

God— you loved how he talked to you. How he talked down to you. You felt so subby already. You nod, looking up at him, eyes wide. You nod. “Good job, such an obedient girl for me. You’re gonna call me daddy, from now on, okay sweetie?” You nod again. “Yes, daddy.” With that, he puts some duct tape over your mouth, and grabs you by your taped wrists. He leads you up the stairs with his strong hands, you feel the knife and his hard on behind you. 

He takes you to your bedroom. “All pink, white frilly sheets, even some teddy bears on your bed I see…,” he lets out a low chuckle. “Such a pretty little thing you are for me, princess. Too bad that I’m about to corrupt that dumb little head of yours,” he coos at you, turning you around to trail your face with kisses. You felt so squirmy already, so wet for him. He drove you insane! You were so scared of him…but he turned you on so much that you just submitted to him, so naturally.

You start to let out a few little moans, muffled by the duct tape, of course. Suddenly, he rips it off you, and slams you against a wall. You see the blood on his face, and he pushes his lips into yours, so big, so rough! You loved it! “Sir…please…can’t…can’t take it…,” you plead with him, but you really didn’t know what you were pleading for. Maybe for him to fuck you. “What’s the matter? Too much for my bunny already?,” he chuckles, and comes in close. He has that insane look on his face, this predatory smile, you felt so powerless. “I’m just getting started, honey,” he patronizes you. “Too stupid to understand, I guess…” he sighs to himself, and then brings one of his hands up to your throat. He leads you to the bed by your throat, and then pushes you onto it, face down. You feel him adjust your taped hands behind you, and his calloused hands grope at your tits eagerly. “Gonna show you how I play, sweetie…you’re just gonna be a good slut, and lay there for me and take it, okay?” You were confused on what he meant, till you felt your nightgown being hiked up. “No panties even? You are a slut, huh? So good for me,” he moans out, and you start to feel his hand come down to spank you a few times. It was painful, and it burned, but you loved it. He turned you around, his shirt was off, he was naked right in front of you. His cock was already out, you were just aching to put it in your mouth. 

He pulls you up, shoving his cock closer to your face. “Open for me.” You do as said, it was just heaven to feel his throbbing cock inside your mouth, you looked up at him as you suckled on his tip, and he stroked your hair just a bit. He still had that knife, and then traced the blade over your face, not cutting you, but you just felt it. He pulls out of you. “Good girl, you got it wet for me. Now you’re gonna take my cock, gonna stretch that tight little cunt out, nice and wide.” He pushes you down onto the bed again, you feel his big chest over yours, you feel him pushing into you. You felt scared before, but now you just felt nothing but need. “Want it in, want it to fill me, daddy please, need to be full so bad,” you begging him again. “Can’t resist that little smile you got, princess. Gotta be patient, daddy's going to give you as he sees fit,”  he patronizes you. 

You feel him slam into you, his tip reaching your gummy walls, filling you up so sweetly that you just couldn’t even breathe. You felt him choke you lightly, and then start rocking you slowly but roughly on his thick length. “Please, wanna cum…please…” you feel his breath on your neck, he leaned in close, his lips trailing over your cheek. “Then come, sweet girl. Give me a big squeeze…there you go,” he coos at you. You felt so subby, so stupid, but you loved it when you were with him. You feel him spill into you, you loved how warm it felt :) 

“Did good for me, sweetie. Should be grateful that I came to play with you, little thing.” He pulls out, unties you and leaves through the same window he came in from. 

[yeyinde]

NAVIGATION | AO3

Michael Myers

TEETH ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

HOMECOMING RZ!MYERS. REQUEST. ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

Leatherface

Thomas "Tommy" Hewitt

I'M ON FIRE | AO3 MIRROR ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

IN YOUR ROOM | AO3 MIRROR ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

Ghostface

baby, (don't) fear the reaper | Danny Johnson SERIES. COMPLETE | 18﹢

House of Wax

Hades' Pleads | Bo Sinclair x Reader x Vincent Sinclair ONESHOT. COMPLETE | 18﹢

Jason Voorhees

Spellbound SERIES | INCOMPLETE | 18﹢

Dead by Daylight

Frank Morrison | the Legion

it's called: freefall SERIES. HIATUS | 18﹢

[disasterofastory]

The Boy Masterlist

A/N: My kinktober (2023) is about Brahms Heelshire this year. I saw the movie a few weeks ago, and I had to write it out of my system.

Important: After kinktober is over, I won't write more about him. As I said, I just need him out of my system. It also means that I don't take requests about him.

More: This series of oneshots is about the same Reader and her life with Brahms, but they can be read as stand-alones since they are mostly smut with barely any plot.

Have fun!

Brahms Heelshire

2023

Brahms's playtime - Brahms comes out of his hiding place while you are asleep. /18+

A shocking night - You find out Brahms is alive and wants to protect you. /18+

Another night - Brahms wakes you up in the middle of the night to take care of him. /18+

Forget them all, Wendy - Brahms gets bored while you are reading him. /18+

Compromise - Brahms lets you out of the house after making sure you know who you belong to. /18+

Reward - Brahms is upset but you need internet. /18+

New things - Brahms learns new things on the internet. /18+

Yours - You want to make his first time memorable. /18+

A new morning - Brahms wakes up with a new-found energy. /18+

Records - You let Brahms record you. /18+

Behind the walls - You go after Brahms after an argument. /18+

Run - Brahms wants to play. You have to run. /18+

Bedtime story - You are more interesting to Brahms than the book you read. /18+

For breakfast - Breakfast can wait while Brahms is dreaming about his future with you. /18+

[sunkendreams]

Can I ask for a Vincent Sinclair smut PLZZZ🛐🛐 (I love him sm)

redamancy.

➾ pairing ; vincent sinclair x fem!reader.

format: one-shot — requested.

word count: 4.4K.

warnings: SMUT (mdni), fingering (f!receiving), dry humping, p in v sex (unprotected), multiple positions, breast-play, biting, hair-pulling, making out, scratching, rough sex, slight breeding kink, vincent is pretty obsessive/possessive, darker vincent, choking

author’s note: I haven’t written for vincent in a hot minute but boy, this was a perfect way to get back into it! I plan on writing another bo/reader/vincent thing at some point and more bo/reader. Trying to ease myself back into all of this! Thank you all so much for your love and support!

Hot pearls of pale wax trickled from the numerous candles littered throughout the basement, basked within an orange glow. It only served to add to the warmth of the underbelly of the House of Wax, temperatures maintained to prevent any form of melting. Vincent had learned to temper it all over time — control the heat, master the atmosphere.

A silver scalpel idly shaped a column of wax, something that would soon join the displays up above. His movements were methodical, purposeful — he was a perfectionist. Every stroke had to mean something, appear flawless and without any imperfections.

He’d been making up for imperfections all his life — even still, Vincent was continuing to work himself ragged, to further his mother’s work. Perhaps, someday, it would make him more worthy in her eyes.

Footsteps reverberated throughout his underground mausoleum of wax, and he knew that it was you. Bo rarely, if ever, came downstairs, and his gait was often far more purposeful and aggressive than yours could ever be. He was hunched over his desk, guiding the flickering flame toward the wax, letting it melt and bend.

Vincent carefully began to mold the wax, shape it to whatever he pleased. It was a statuette, meant to resemble that of a serpent. Using the edge of the scalpel, he quickly carved in intricate designs as the surface began to cool, brushing off any excess with the pad of his thumb.

You quietly crept through the basement, making your way toward Vincent’s coiled frame, perched within his rickety chair. You always enjoyed watching him work — his artistic talent was mesmerizing to behold. With a light shrug, you tugged your robe around you, feet absorbing the warmth from the concrete floor.

It was common for him to wake up sometime in the night, leaving the space beside you to work. Sometimes, it was the only thing that could quell the raging thoughts inside of him, or the one activity that took his mind off of everything. Vincent could think of other activities to distract himself, but you needed to agree to it, too.

The cold dusk of Louisiana couldn’t reach either of you — not here, not in the warmth of the basement. It was akin to a sanctuary for you, this wax cathedral built to destroy and to create anew. There was something so fascinating about this place, something hauntingly beautiful and macabre all rolled into one.

“Hey,” You murmured, lazily rubbing at the back of your neck. His shirt clumsily hung from your frame, the robe haphazardly tossed over the garment. Vincent regarded you with a tender look in his eye, countenance shrouded by that familiar waxy veil. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Vincent shook his head, dark tresses idly brushing across the back of the woolen sweater he wore. You were often amazed at his heat tolerance, wearing thicker garments in a sweltering basement. He turned slightly within his seat, an open invitation for you to come and inspect his work.

There was a point in time where he had little desire for you to see any of his projects, but that sentiment had drastically changed. Vincent valued your admiration above all else. He turned the partially-finished serpent over, noticing your look of recognition and delight.

“That’s a basilisk, isn’t it? It’s beautiful so far.” You gently traced your index finger along some of the scales Vincent had carved into the surface. The initial grogginess of slumber was beginning to wear off as you stood at his side, gaze flickering toward the assortment of art tools, wax, and glowing candles.

“It’s for you.” Vincent’s hands moved sluggishly as he signed, feeling your fingertips grace his shoulder, nails idly raking across his back. He shivered, enjoying the light sensation of your touch, knowing that it was bound to contort and twist into a different sort of feeling.

Your lips curled into a smitten smile, teeth absentmindedly toying with your lower lip. “For me? Are you sure?” It belonged in the House of Wax, amongst all of his other sculptures and pieces of art. However, you weren’t about to stop him from his sentimental gesture. You loved everything he’d made for you.

With a brief nod, Vincent placed the statuette back down onto the debris-laden desk, swiping at a fine layer of wax flecks with his hand. Along the mantle situated above his workbench, you noticed a weathered photograph, partially obscured by a series of half-destroyed wax masks that he’d worn at one point or another.

Admittedly, you hadn’t seen the picture before — and you had memorized every square inch of this place by now. “Hey,” You motioned toward it, pointing at the obstructed photograph with visible intrigue. “What’s that?” You inquired, head cocking to one side.

Vincent’s jaw tightened, posture becoming somewhat stiff and rigid as he deliberately removed the picture from behind the masks. He’d forgotten all about it until you pointed it out — a sliver of him wondered why he’d even kept it at all. He cradled the tattered, dusty photograph within one hand, brows furrowing together.

It was Trudy Sinclair, forever immortalized within one still image, holding a very young Vincent, whose countenance was indistinguishable — marred and torn from his conjoined state with Bo. Her expression was arguably the kindest it had ever been, gazing down upon the near-infant Vincent with a look of fondness.

Even through the faded granules of color, you were able to make out the affection she held for him. Your heart clenched within your chest, primarily out of empathy for Vincent himself. Despite all his talent and efforts to regain some favor in his mother’s eyes, part of her would always see him as some disfigured freak, doomed to be trapped behind that wax mask.

Wordlessly, Vincent offered you the photograph, letting you inspect it for yourself. You treated the object like a priceless relic, gently turning it over within your hands. It pained you to know the fate that had inevitably befallen the Sinclairs — locked within a household filled with vitriol and parents whose passions often overrode any love they might’ve had for their children.

“This is Trudy, isn’t it?” You uttered, watching as Vincent’s head bobbed up and down in a stoic nod. Bo had received the short end of the stick when it came to Trudy’s love, but things were far from perfect with Vincent, too. “I’m sorry, Vincent.” Your voice barely drifted above a whisper, lips curling into a sympathetic frown.

His shoulders sagged in a gentle shrug, taking the photograph from you before placing it behind a cluster of half-burnt candles. “Nothing to be sorry for. You can’t change the past.” Vincent signed, concentration turning to you, instead.

He’d spent most of his life wishing that he could change his tumultuous childhood — he’d stopped long ago. He and his brothers would always be chained to Trudy, and there would always be a certain level of loyalty to her, even in death.

“I understand, Vincent.” With a soft murmur, you gently rubbed at the back of your neck, trailing your fingers across his spine. “Come back to bed with me?” You asked, head canting to one side. Vincent reached for your wrist, gingerly cradling it between his fingers, stroking along your forearm.

He wasn’t tired, but Vincent didn’t want to leave you alone, either. He moved up from his chair, lean musculature towering above you as he kept hold of your wrist, fingers drifting to twine around your hand. The two of you retreated into the alcove that served as his bedroom, if one could call it that.

The mattress was littered in blankets, indents visible from where the two of you slept. He’d fixed it up with doors that folded shut, similar to that of a closet. You settled back down, Vincent right beside you as he tugged you close, letting you lounge against his chest.

You sat up just a little bit, enough to see his masked countenance. “Could I ask you something?” Your voice was nothing more than a tender whisper, and now that you were awake, a string of thoughts began to nag at the back of your head. Pillowtalk with Vincent often became very emotionally-charged.

“Anything.” Vincent nodded as his hands moved, propping himself up enough to look at you, too. He had told you about his life some time ago — the intricate details and his own sentiments on the matter were left out and simply implied. You were a precocious and inquisitive individual, but above all, you were empathetic.

“This,” With a feather-light caress, you traced your finger along the cheekbone of his mask. “Why do you still wear it around me?” Your inquiry was innocuous, spoken out of genuine concern instead of malice or confusion. Vincent had shown you his face once before — and it never bothered you. It wouldn’t bother you.

Vincent’s throat became tight, jaw unusually tense as he attempted to muster up a feasible answer. It was an anchor for him — one way to feel less like a monster and a freak. “Habit,” He signed, but he knew better than to give you a false response. “I don’t want you to feel guilty or pity me.”

Your brows furrowed together, visage contorting with a look of mild confusion. “What do you mean, Vince?” You wondered if you’d done something wrong, stomach swelling with a wave of anxiety, but he seemed to catch this. He pressed a finger against your lips before he began to sign in a flurry of animated hands.

“I don’t want you to pity me for how I look. I’ve spent my entire life being looked at like a freak — like something fragile, something to feel sorry for.” Vincent finished with finality to it, hoping that you would understand why he continued to wear the mask. He knew that you still loved him, regardless of how he appeared.

“No, no,” You uttered, sitting up enough to stare at him, hands gently splayed across his taut chest. “When I saw your face, that night in the kitchen — the only thing that I saw was a survivor.” His eye sparkled whenever you spoke, hanging upon your every word. “You’re resilient and you’re talented, Vincent. You’ve never been a freak.”

It was the first time in his life that someone labeled him as a survivor — he hadn’t thought of it like that.

Most of his life had been about preservation — keeping the Sinclair name alive, to continue his mother’s dream, keeping Bo and Lester safe. Vincent hadn’t considered that his face was also a sign of resilience, of an endurance that even he wasn’t fully aware of.

You felt his hand reach for you, cupping your jaw with calloused, roughened digits, the practiced hands of an artist. His touch was filled with both adoration and a dark yearning, thumb sweeping over your lower lip. “You mean everything to me.” He signed, and you knew that he meant it wholeheartedly.

“You mean everything to me, too.” You murmured, careening into the warmth of his embrace, lips pursing to kiss the pad of his thumb. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.” A breathy, passionate sigh left you when he coaxed you closer, slotted against his musculature.

His hawkish eye picked you apart from where you sat, the distance slim between the two of you. You were vaguely aware of his obsession with you, disguised as protectiveness and adoration — Vincent often made it explicitly clear that you belonged to him, drew a line in the sand with Bo over and over again.

As you lavished him in kind, tenderhearted words, Vincent’s innate possessiveness over you seemed to flare to life, malignant and very much alive. You were tethered to him until the end of time — a pretty, iron-wrought cage, inescapable — and admittedly, you didn’t want to be free from it at all. You stopped thinking that way a long time ago.

Vincent exhaled, dragging his hand across the slender expanse of your neck, digits exploring the canvas that was your flesh — all belonging to him. “You’re mine.” He signed, staking his claim for the hundredth time. Even through signing alone, his nature was desirous and rapacious.

Long before he’d entered this relationship with you, he was very indifferent towards you. It stemmed from insecurities, from rage, and from confusion — girls were always Bo’s forte and never his. Having you, something to covet, something to protect and to keep, Vincent was always worried that he’d lose it.

You nodded, breath hitching within your throat when he traced the pad of his thumb across your pulse point. Your heartbeat had climbed to erratic, excitable heights, mouth somewhat dry as he applied pressure underneath either side of your jaw.

“I’m yours.” Parasitic — you leached from him, and it always took your loneliness away. You used to hate him for taking away your friends, but it almost felt like a wandering dream that didn’t feel real. Ambrose was where you were meant to be — meant to be with Vincent. You empathized with him, surrounding him with your affection and comfort.

A rugged huff emerged from the depths of his throat, feeling you climb closer, gaze glazed-over with desire. Wordlessly, Vincent removed his mask, placing the waxy veil aside as his mouth clamored for yours. The kiss was blistering, full of a rather oppressive possession and greed — he felt entitled to you, in some depraved sense.

Reciprocation made him giddy as your lips eagerly pressed against his, responding with a desperation that nearly bordered his own. Vincent squeezed your jaw, other hand relocating to slip underneath the baggy shirt you wore, brazenly groping at your breasts.

Your fingers scraped through his hair, digging into the base of his skull as he coaxed you down against the mattress. Vincent crawled on top of you, mouth briefly disconnecting from yours before he crashed back into you, parting your legs with his knee.

A low, raspy grunt escaped him when your lips continued their relentless assault, mouth parting to allow for a sloppy kiss. He was needy, desperate to feel you as he rucked your shirt up with one hand, fingertips tracing across the plane of your stomach. Goosebumps coalesced along your spine, arousal pooling between your thighs.

Heat blistered between the both of you, an amalgamation of desire, want, and the emotion of your charged conversation moments prior. Vincent savored it all — it still didn’t feel real sometimes, being physical with you. Some time ago, he felt unworthy, too horrid and too scarred, but you changed everything.

You changed the way he touched you — no longer hesitant or wrought with deliberation. He felt like a god, capable of conquering anything — even you. Instead, each touch was charged with lust, and the sensation was beyond mutual as you slipped a hand underneath his sweater.

Vincent was made of taut, sinewy muscle, littered in plenty of scars. His broad shoulders tensed when your hand pressed into the nape of his neck, toying with the collar of his sweater. In one fluid motion, he lifted it up and over his head, discarding it toward the foot of the bed.

He lifted two digits toward his lips, pressing them upon his tongue as he coated them in saliva. Vincent’s eye glistened with a ravenous sheen, fingers drifting toward the warmth between your legs. He brusquely shoved your panties aside, dragging those fingers along your slit, peppering your jaw in kisses.

“Vincent,” You moaned, feeling him cage you against him, arm bracketing you in, keeping you for himself. It was explosive — everything felt hot, as if the both of you were running out of time. “Touch me.” Your voice was high-pitched with a sense of urgency.

Your hips jolted forward, chasing after the friction his digits provided, feeling his mouth press hot kisses against your sternum. He branded you with his embrace, hoping to make it permanent — a mark, something that bound you to him. His lips sought to take one of your pert nipples into his mouth, suckling on the sensitive bud.

At last, he gave into your breathy demands, slotting his thumb against your clit as his middle fingers explored your cunt. An elated sigh escaped you, knees squeezing at his waist, hands splayed across his shoulders. He looked immaculate beneath orange candlelight — a deity of wax, perfection immortalized.

A ripple of bliss consumed you, body keening and arching into Vincent’s touch. His fingers lightly traced your core before dipping inward, forcing his way inside of you, feeling your cunt clench pathetically around his practiced digits. He lavished your breasts in a flurry of attention, throat echoing with a hoarse grunt.

Scars were crisscrossing all over his body, remnants of his victims that left their mark. Bullets, stab wounds, the diagonal, uneven slashes of knives and sharp objects. His skin served as a canvas for chaos, and you traced your fingertips over a livid mark on his chest.

Vincent shuddered, rutting his fingers inside of you before withdrawing halfway, finding a steady rhythm to piston in and out of your aching heat. He kissed his way back to your mouth, lips crashing into one another as he pressed against you. You could feel his erection snug along your thigh, prompting you to squirm.

You needed him terribly, unable to vocalize that want unless it was through a mess of needy moans. With a gentle shove, your lips tangled with his, tugging on his mane of dark tresses. Vincent huffed, digits curling into your cunt, eliciting a simpering cry from you.

He watched you through a lustful stare, glazed-over with rapture, drunk with desire. Vincent kissed at your throat, teeth teasing your flesh, feeling you roll your hips into the sensation of his hand. “Need you inside of me,” Your voice emerged as a hungry groan, clawing at the muscle of his shoulder. “Please, Vincent.”

Admittedly, he hadn’t seen you quite like this before — tangled up within your own need, aching for him in ways you hadn’t felt before. Vincent was delighted to oblige you, feeding off of your desire like a leech.

“How?” Vincent signed, and that singular word seemed to set off some chain reaction. Your stomach sloshed with anticipation as you rolled over onto your abdomen, able to hear the audible hitch in his throat, a raspy grunt tearing past his lips.

Vincent slipped his fingers from your cunt, digits coated in a thin sheen of your arousal. He grabbed at your hips, chest reverberating with a low rumble as he tugged you back against him. The metallic rattling of his belt sent shivers down your spine, able to feel the heat of his cock press against your slit.

“Vincent,” You moaned, and that was enough to get his blood pumping, accompanied by a surge of adrenaline as he let the head of his length slide through your slick a time or two. A soft yelp tore past your lips when he pushed himself inside of you, hunched over you, flesh feverishly warm.

A hand gently held the back of your neck, thumb grazing over the slender muscle of your jugular. His face was buried near your shoulder, tresses sweeping across your exposed back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He filled you in a way that you never thought possible, causing you to whimper.

With a sharp thrust, Vincent began to invade your cunt, somewhere between tender and rough. He was always sporadic and unsure when it came to pace, but you thoroughly enjoyed the unpredictability. His cock lewdly slapped into your cunt, followed by the sound of his ragged breathing.

Wax-laden palms skirted across your body, one hand grappling at your hips while the other gathered at the nape of your neck. You huffed, face partially pressed into the mattress, body contorting and submitting to him as you had many times before.

You were perfect — his paramour, his muse.

A twisted desire began to wash over him like a tidal wave, borderline insidious as he rutted into you. Vincent’s love might’ve been perceived as sweet on the surface, yet it often veered off into a very vitriolic obsession. He wanted you all to himself, as much as humanly possible.

Vincent’s grunts resonated just beside your ear, full of a lustful fervor. Every inch of him was consumed by your cunt, tight around him as he continued to fuck you. It was hot and messy, his pace sometimes scattered and erratic, as if he didn’t know what rhythm to adopt.

He brought you back against him, caging your back to his chest as he rocked onto his knees. Taut, muscled biceps locked around you as he pistoned into you, cock reaching new depths until he couldn’t go any further. Vincent’s mouth clamored to your neck, kissing and biting wherever he pleased as he kept you snug against him.

“V—Vincent, shit,” You stammered, the newfound position taking you by complete surprise. A sensation of sheer want flooded through you, coupled with overwhelming arousal. He filled you completely, flesh dewy with a layer of perspiration, black strands stuck to his temples from exertion. “Please cum in me.”

Another hoarse, throaty grunt ripped through him, hands relocating as one palm groped at your soft, pliant breasts. The other had a mind of its own, snaking to the cleft between your thighs as he toyed with your clit. Euphoria gripped you then and there, causing you to squirm and writhe with pleasure.

Again, Vincent locked you in against his chest, huffing into your ear, biting at your jaw as he filled you up. Part of him wanted to devour you, but the added heat and friction, the swiftness of the moment was enough to make him exert all force.

If he could, he would’ve gladly drowned himself in you, let himself float away within your very presence. Even covered in a veil of sweat, your scent was saccharine, accompanied by his own musk from the cling of his clothing.

Vincent felt you reach for his hand, digits curling around his wrist as he played with your clit, hoping to get you to your peak, right alongside him. His palm wandered from the plump flesh of your chest toward your throat, wrapping around until he applied pressure along your windpipe.

Within the stifling warmth of the basement, the only sounds that reverberated throughout were your moans and his occasional grunt. Vincent’s breathing was heavy, chest heaving against your back. You moved with him as best as you could, nails digging crescents into the taut tendons of his forearm.

Arousal sat heavy within the pit of your stomach, thick and viscous. Vincent was relentless and unyielding, continuing to pound away at your cunt, gently squeezing underneath your jaw. The combined pleasure that assaulted your clit and throat were preparing to send you cascading over the edge.

“M’close,” You huffed, feeling his lips meet the dip between your neck and shoulder, face buried there as he rutted into you. Everything felt incendiary, as if you’d been set ablaze, only to sink further into the fire. He touched you as if you were molded from obsidian, covetous and desperate for you. “Vincent!”

He never slowed, still pounding away at you, cock unable to go any further before he pulled out just a little bit, only to shove himself back in. A sheen of perspiration glistened across his features, forehead pushing into your shoulder, still clutching at your throat.

You belonged to him — you always would. There was no one else for you, only him.

Vincent huffed, teeth sinking into your flesh until he slammed into you one last time, painting your insides with hot, virile ropes of his seed. He continued to rub circles around your clit, dragging you toward your peak. Your cunt clenched around him, eliciting a throaty groan from him as you came.

A myriad of moans and sighs escaped you, shivers rolling down your spine as your thighs twitched, ecstasy flooding throughout your body. Vincent soothed any bites over with kisses, staying in you for a moment longer until he reclined against the mattress, taking you with him.

You were on top of him, layered in sweat and his cum, palms spread across his chest. Vincent stared at you with complete and utter devotion, gently tucking away any strands of hair that were stuck to your temples.

“You’re perfect,” Vincent signed, tucking his thumb and forefinger beneath your chin. The sienna glow of waning candlelight flickered throughout your shared space, basking you in such an atmospheric light. “You look perfect like this.”

There was a darker undertone to his sweet words — and to him, you did look divine this way, covered in his seed, wracked with want for him. Vincent cared very little for moving in that moment, content to stay with you in the oppressive heat of the basement.

With a soft caress, your fingertips swept across the scarred part of his jaw, mouth clamoring for him in another kiss. He didn’t protest, hand slipping toward the base of your skull, coaxing you closer to him.

“I love you,” You murmured, watching the way his pupil dilated with understanding. “M’tired.” You sank down into the mattress, still staggeringly hot with no sign of changing, either.

Visibly, you were spent, exhilaration and your post-orgasm haze beginning to dissipate into exhaustion. You smiled, laying down at his side instead, head curled toward the broad expanse of his shoulder. He locked an arm around you, caging you in, nowhere else to go — it was where you belonged.

There was nowhere you could go where he wouldn’t follow.

[cillivnz]

𝙔𝙊𝙐 ’𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙐𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍

[SLASHER IMAGINES] MASTERLIST

𝖡𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖸 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖲 [ghostface, 1996]

by the window

[𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋] razor tingles

𝖩𝖠𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝖵𝖮𝖮𝖱𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲 [friday the 13th]

claim

𝖯𝖠𝖳𝖱𝖨𝖢𝖪 𝖡𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖬𝖠𝖭 [american psycho]

sugar

𝖤𝖣𝖣𝖨𝖤 𝖦𝖫𝖴𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖭 [outlast: whistleblower]

seek sex

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Masterlist: Freddy Krueger

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

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Compilation of Freddy Kruger doing Weird Shit with his Tongue.

5 Sentence Excerpts #1

AU: Toy Story.

Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.

Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.

Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.

Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.

Blurbs: Shovel Talk.

Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Domestic Life with your Freak.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Giggle Fit.

Drabble: Freddy Krueger x Reader- Prequal.

Drabble: Horror Villain Apocalypse.

Drabble Duo: (Seperate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Seperate) Readers (x Other S/O)- Presents Part 1.

Drabble Duo: (Separate) Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x (Separate) Readers- Presents Part 2.

Drabble Set: Beetlejuice x Reader x Chucky / or / Freddy Krueger- Lesser Evil.

Drabble Set: Horror Villains x Reader- Unfortunate Baby Daddy's.

Drabble Set: MindControlled!MultiVillains x Reader.

Drabble Set: Pervy!MultiVillains x Reader- Flirting Back.

Drabble Set: Possessive / Protective!MultiVillains x Reader- When you try to sacrifice yourself.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Humanity Switch.

Drabble Set: Slashers x Reader- Messing with their Hair.

Drabble Set: Unlikely.

Headcanons: Awkward Moments.

Headcanons: Dating Horror Villains Things Dump #2.

Headcanons: Familial!Slashers x Sibling!Reader.

Headcanons: Fluff HC's.

Headcanons: Freddy Krueger and Beetlejuice Obsessing over an Uninterested Reader.

Headcanons: Frason as Nygmobblepot.

Headcanons: Freddy and Jason being Quarentined Together.

*Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Them saying I Love You for the First Time.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- Types of Kisses.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- You Almost Choosing Another.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x SunshineIncarnate!Reader.

Headcanons: Poly!Frason HC's.

Headcanons: Supernatural Villains Soulmate Marks.

*Headcanons+Imagines: Horror Villains x Reader- Taking Care of Sick S/O.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Actually Liking your Slasher S/O.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling- S/O's Edition!

Imagine: Being too Late to Save Them.

Imagine: Freddy Swap.

Imagine: Kissing Back.

Imagine: Opposite S/O's.

Imagine: Playing Dead by Daylight.

Imagine: Slashers reacting to S/Os Merch.

Imagine: Soulmates in Alternate Realities.

Imagine: S/O's being Hellbent on keeping Slashers Away from Eachother.

Imagine: Taking Care of your Stupid Slasher S/O.

Imagine: The Best Worst Ex.

Imagine: Unrealistic Fluff.

Oneshot: Dead!Freddy Krueger x Grieving!Reader- I Cant. I Wont.

*Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x ExpressionMagic!Reader- Powerful.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger+Jason Voorhees x Manipulative!Cruel!Fem!Reader.

Oneshot: Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader- Surprise! Merry Christmas!

Oneshot: Horror House+Jennifer Check x Reader- Peeping Tom's and Bets.

Oneshot: Horror House x Reader- Jerry's Arrival.

Oneshot: Human!Freddy Krueger x Cheater!Reader- What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Oneshot: NonKiller!Human!Freddy Krueger x Reader- Mr Krueger.

Oneshot: Slashers (Mostly Chucky and Michael) x Reader.

Oneshot: Teen!Bubba, Chucky and Freddy x Reader- Y/N and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Love Potion.

*Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O being Related to Another Slasher.

Reactions: Slashers x Reader- S/O Falling into Other Slasher Movie Tropes.

Slashers / Horror Villains As: Animated (Children's) Movie Villain Songs.

Things Y/N Says: In the Horror House.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.